This was it... Eva was finally about to debut in her first ever LAW official match! Was she nervous? Of course she was! LAW is one of the biggest organizations you can get signed to. People from all over the globe came here to face each other in the ring, women and men alike. Its diversity made it a worldwide show that everyone would tune into.
And now here she was, standing backstage and shaking off the anxiety. Gods... who even was her opponent tonight? She was so excited to debut that she didn't even consider that up until now. But that's a problem for later... Considering how she could hear the opening guitar notes to her entrance music
Shit she's running out of time! One last check. Classic outfit. Bra? Check. Tight shorts? Check. Boots? Check and check, same for her knee pads, bracers, and elbow pads. The feathers were all in the right place and she had her stylish band around her thigh too!
Mask? Should she wear it? She's always been so lax about it, but this was big. Back in Leviathan she did, and it pretty much became her routine after that. Every match was masked. Does she want to be the masked girl here too?
You know what? Screw it. This mask was a part of her, she was going to wear it with pride for her debut. It deserves to be seen by everyone as she takes her first step in Japan's big leagues! Who cares if she doesn't wear it next match? Right now we're in this match. The mask stays on!
And with that hype and adrenaline coursing through her veins, Eva rushed out bursting with highly infectious energy! Slowing down as she got closer to the crowd and the ring, she waved and cheered with the fans, blowing kisses and striking sexy poses before stepping into the ring! Whatever happens tonight, she was ready to face it head on and have a great time!
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The moment Eva’s entrance music faded and the fans’ cheers began to settle, the arena lights pulsed again—this time to the distinct crack of a whip, followed by the sudden kick of upbeat electronic Western dance music. A trumpet blaring before being overtaken by stompin’ bass, and that’s when the crowd saw her.
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Out to the ring bounced Maybelle Tendersweet, the big ol’ buttercup herself, thick, strong, and sweeter than sweet tea!! And what a sight she was—a thick, powerful cowgirl with plush thighs, broad arms, and a tummy that bounced with every step, framed perfectly by a custom-made singlet done up in carrot orange plaid, trimmed with creamy white and little swirling cake-like patterns along the edges. Her boots were tan and dusted, well-worn and proud, and her entrance coat looked like it was made outta picnic blankets and sunset dreams, with a giant slice of carrot cake stitched on the back. And of course, to cap it off, no pun intended, she had her brown cowboy hat!
Maybelle didn’t walk—she bound, she bounced, she twirled. She stopped to tip her wide hat at the crowd, tossed out a few playful finger-guns like she was shootin’. This might’ve been her first time on an LAW stage, but you’d never guess it from the way she carried herself, walking on Southern sunshine, waving to fans like they were kin at a cookout, giving high fives and hugs all the way down, as she glanced at the luchadora in the ring with a smile.
Two debuts. Two different flavors. And Maybelle was all fired up.
Once she reached the ring, Maybelle climbed the steps and hauled herself up onto the apron with ease, whipping her feet and giving the top rope a little shake before slipping through. Inside the squared circle, she did a full circle, waving to every side of the audience, her cheeks flushed with excitement and her thick body moving with surprising pep. Once her little lap around the ring was done, Maybelle finally turned her attention to the woman across from her.
"Well hey howdy hey there darlin'~" She chimed in with a smile "Ain’t you just the cutest thing this side o’ Sunday? Name’s Maybelle—it’s a pleasure to meetcha,” she said with a wink in her soft Southern drawl, her tone full of friendly warmth offering a handshake “Now I sure hope you’re ready, ‘cause I'm not gone be going easy on ya tonight, nor any night fer that matter!”
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Seeing the farmhand cowgirl make her way to the ring, Eva could only think one thing...
"Wow..."
Could you blame her for it really? The girl was big and gorgeous! She dressed like she knew exactly who she was, and exuded all the confidence in the world. It wasn't going to be an easy match, that much was clear when Maybelle stepped in the ring and stood towering over the latina with a whole 6 inches. So far, her opponent wore who she was on her sleeve. An outgoing, happy go lucky southern belle tomboy. This crowd was more than just an ogling audience, they were her fan base. She was here to have a good time and put out a good show. Eva could not ask for a better opponent for her debut, and the girl's voice confirmed it.
Maybelle greeted her, and Eva responded. "I could say the same to you cowgirl!" As she said this, Eva threw in her hand for a firm grip to that welcoming handshake. Then the cowgirl answered back, to which Eva smirked with confidence. "I'm holding you to that. I want a real fight, and so does the crowd."
Maybelle’s grin widened as Eva reached out for that handshake, the farmhand happily grasping her hand in a strong grip “Well now, that’s what I like t’ hear,” Maybelle beamed, nodding her head and letting out a cheerful little chuckle. “We’ll give these folks a hootin’ and hollerin’ good time, I promise ya that.” After this the cowgirl headed to her corner, getting limbered up with some stretches before spinning around and waiting for the bell to sound! Once it did Maybelle raised her hands high reaching the middle, motioning toward a collar-and-elbow tie-up like a true sportswoman. “Come on now, sugah. Let’s see what you’re workin’ with.”
If Eva accepted the challenge, they'd lock up—and clap!—they locked up dead center in the ring.
For a second, it seemed even.
But then?
Maybelle planted her thick boots, puffed out a breath through her nose, and gave one mighty push!
Ssssssskrrrrrk—! Eva’s boots slid across the mat, heels dragging as the buxom farmhand drove her straight back toward the ropes like it was nothing! Her back hit the ropes with a soft bounce, and that’s when Maybelle let out a cheeky little whistle. “Well shoot, didn't think id be that easy now.” she teased, keeping Eva lightly pinned against the ropes with one arm… and then, with the other, she reached up and gave Eva’s head a playful pat, ruffling her hair like a big sister. “Just givin’ ya a proper welcome, darlin’,” she added with a wink. “Now let’s see if ya can push me back, sugarplum.”
The Aztec Goddess smiled, as she turned back and went to her corner, stretching one last time and showing off a bit of flexibility. And then the bell rang.
Seeing the cowgirl offer herself up for a classic lock in the center of the ring, Eva obliged, testing the waters as she pressed against her opponent. For a moment they were on even ground, but Quetzali's eyes widened slightly as Maybelle got serious and pushed her smaller opponent with ease. It was like trying to hold a bull in place, and Eva got dragged quickly with her back against the ropes.
If it weren't enough though, the bigger gal even teased and taunted her playfully. Acting surprised that Eva was this easy to push back and even rustling her hair. So when Maybelle said to try and see if she can push her back, Eva just smiled again. Soon it became apparent why. Maybelle was starting to feel a slight strain fighting back against her. She'd notice Eva's muscles slightly starting to flex, and before long, Eva took the first step.
"You mean like this, 'sugarplum'?" Eva threw that cute nickname back at Maybelle as she pushed back with effort against her bigger opponent! It was a bit of a struggle, but not as much as many were expecting. Before long, the two were back at the center of the ring, and Eva had a plan. The moment she felt Maybelle pushing back harder, Eva was going to simply break the tie-up, sidestepping the big gal like a torero dodging the bull. "Olé!"
Maybelle blinked in surprise as she felt resistance.Real resistance. “Well I’ll be…” she muttered under her breath, brows lifting as Eva’s body began to tense, those sculpted muscles flexing beneath her bronzed skin.Maybelle barked out a hearty laugh. “Well lookie there! Ain’t just pretty muscles, huh?” She leaned back in with renewed force, ready to regain control—But Eva was ready for it. Just as Maybelle pushed forward with all her strength—
“Olé~!”
Eva sidestepped at the last second like a graceful matadora, and Maybelle’s own momentum sent her stumbling past with a surprised yelp.
“Whoa there—!”
THUMP! Maybelle tumbled forward, landing on her hands and knees with a bouncy thud. Her puffy orange plaid singlet stretched tight across her thick back and curvy frame as she blinked, then slowly looked up with a grin, brushing a bit of her tousled hair from her face.
“Well aight then hun, play yer tricks-” she chuckled, voice breathless but impressed. “Tryin' ta be slicker than butter on a skillet only gonna help ya fer so long.” Maybelle popped it back on and started pushing herself up, knees first, then rising to her feet with a playful roll of her shoulders. And then, she lunged forward, arms wide again as she aimed to grab hold of the Aztec beauty and wrangle her in once more!
"Nope! Wouldn't be a good wrestler if I didn't have the guns to match." This time it was her turn to wink at the bigger girl, just in time to dodge out of the tie-up.
She couldn't help but chuckle at the way Maybelle talked as she got up. Not in a mocking way, but more genuine as her analogy sounded almost nonsensical. Still it made sense. Not that she could answer before Maybelle lunged at her.
Eva ducked and rolled out of the way. Sure, she could try her luck with a strength contest again, but too much of that was going to tire her faster than Maybelle. No, Eva was going to have to make sure she dodged her grasp every so often.
Coming out of the roll, the latina would book into a sprint! Bouncing off the ropes, she would run back to her opponent and jump for an enzuigiri.
Maybelle lunged forward again with surprising speed, arms wide like she was fixin’ to lasso a runaway calf, determined to finally get her mitts on the slippery little spitfire. But just as her fingers grazed fabric, she dodged with a roll and—bam! The enzuigiri cracked against the side of her skull with pinpoint precision. Her head jerked violently to the side, and the big gal froze in place. For a moment, it looked like she might stay upright, but then she began to teeter.
She staggered back a few steps, thick, powerful legs working overtime to keep her balance. Her boots scuffed across the mat as she blinked rapidly, eyes wide and unfocused, spinning somewhere between confused and cartoonishly woozy. One hand reached for the air in front of her like she was searching for something that wasn’t there, the other lazily resting on her hip.
“W-Well now, hold on a sec…” she mumbled, voice slurry and a touch too loud—as she tried to shake off the stars dancing in front of her eyes. Her orange bangs drooped over one eye, and she gave a slow blink, still swaying like a tree in a summer breeze. “Where’d ya go, sugar?” she drawled, squinting at Eva like she had turned into three people. “Y’all always kick this hard, or is this yer way of banterin’…?”
Eva felt her shin connect against the cowgirl's head as she tucked and rolled back to her feet. She was ready for the girl to either tank it or fall, and it looked like the former. She was ready to go for another strike, but then Maybelle began to sway. In fact... it looked like she was already punch drunk! (or kick drunk I guess). After just one kick too!!
"Did I overdo it?" The smaller latina asked with a slight bit of concern as she looked at the country gal slur her words and stumble over her own feet. Didn't really matter all that much really, considering this was a fight. The luchadora thought it best to make sure Maybelle stays down for a bit, so she would slip behind the cowgirl and wrap her arms around her waist for a german suplex. "Let's see how they fall in Texas." She lifted her over to slam her back down, surprising some crowd members as she lifted her bigger and heavier opponent.
Eva slipped behind the swaying cowgirl, arms cinching tightly around Maybelle’s soft, thick waist. The crowd leaned in with surprise and anticipation—could she really lift that much woman? Well to her credit, the smaller luchadora got the big gal off the ground, Maybelle’s boots lifting a few inches as her body arched back—
—but that’s as far as it went.
Maybelle suddenly slammed her weight down like a sandbag, her boots hitting the mat with a loud stomp as she dropped her hips low and firm, breaking the momentum entirely. The moment she landed, her whole body jolted with purpose, her dizzy daze seemingly snapped away like a bad dream.
“Heh… I’m from Oklahoma, sugar,” Maybelle muttered with a half-lidded, sly smile. “But I’ll show ya how we plant folks in the dirt.”
She grabbed Eva’s wrists before the smaller girl could retreat, her fingers curling tight around them like steel cords. Then, with a cheeky hum and a confident wiggle of her hips, then Maybelle slammed her colossal, freckled rump right into Eva’s gut.
The impact was brutal. Her double-wide backside, thick and powerful with every ounce of country-strong muscle and softness, crashed into Eva’s stomach like a swinging barn door. Her orange plaid singlet stretched tightly over her broad hips and jiggling rear, the fabric tugging slightly against the force of the motion. Her booty was big, round, and full of impact—freckles dotted across its pale curves like cinnamon sprinkles on carrot cake.
Maybelle followed up that double wide wrecking ball counter as She hooked her arms around her waist, hoisted the poor girl up like a sack of feed—and this time she delivered the suplex.
With a powerful heave, she looked to launch Eva high into the air and SLAMMED her down hard into the mat with a thunderous German suplex, shaking the ring and sending a jolt through the arena. Her freckled thighs flexed on the landing, her back arched just right to show off the precision and power in every ounce of her curvy, chubby frame.
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